Within the days where we believed,

That we were content,

There was poisen,

In our fates

When times seemed easy,

ahead,

Was bleak.

We never knew,

The fate we seeked

I guess we should have known,

As nature knows,

That with seasons,

Comes the change,

of disposition.

Change of colours,

Change of time

Change of heart

The flower,

That clings.

to its' existence,

Is the flower that falls,

To the frost.

If I could have fallen,

and let go,

To the seasons,

I could have seen spring.

But winter was so long

And your memorie was so cold.

I clung to winter

for survival,

because,

I felt,

It was all that I had.

Left of you.